I speak of the things which I have made touching the King: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer. Psalm 45:1
Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.
The personal glories & government of Christ.
Music: Farnboro Edward W. Naylor, 1894 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Naylor (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
I’ll speak the honors of my king,
His form divinely fair;
None of His sons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.
Sweet is Thy speech, and heav’nly grace
Upon Thy lips is shed;
Thy God, with blessings infinite,
Hath crowned Thy sacred head.
Gird on Thy sword, victorious Prince,
Ride with majestic sway;
Thy terrors shall strike through Thy foes,
And make the world obey.
Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
Thy word of grace shall prove
A peaceful scepter in Thy hands,
To rule the saints by love.
Justice and truth attend Thee still,
But mercy is Thy choice;
And God, Thy God, Thy soul shall fill
With most peculiar joys.